Well, they let the gate up so I bailIt's been six months pick me up from the county jailWith a smog mother payin' my duesSteel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoesBut I ain't naggin'Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'8 men in the car longAnd the faygo is almost goneMy nuts are kinda hard so I need a mateSo my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind dateShe said pick me up at threeCan't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, hoWe gonna eat at mexican villageTake a cab and I'll pay the tabAnd when she showed, well, I'll be damnedLeft my wallet at home on the tv standHave her pay him and for dinner tooThe knot in my sock, it done bit youShe's all prettied up for nothingI'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffingAnd I'm chewing on my food like a pitbullCuz I won't front for the hoStuck my face in a bowl of soupAnd just sucked it all up threw my missin' toothThe bitch jumped up with a boomI have to fix my hair and broke to the bathroomShe's got the tab, so I go for mineAnd order up some '52 vintage wineHey, louie, bring a fuckin' steak with thatMotherfuckers like jail say fuck datShe's back now and her hair ain't fixedProbably took a long greasy-ass smelly shitI ain't saying nothing thoughI ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' hoWhat's up bitch, I'm ready to breakHow long can one fat bitch take? Quite snacking and pay me sapsCuz we goin' home to meet her pops*

So joe, what is that you do for a living? Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks onVerner and springwell. matter fact, I think I soldTo that fat bitch in the kitchen